other side?” I asked.
Delia shook her head. “I have no idea.”
Well, that didn’t sound encouraging, but going back in time was the only way I was going to reach Granny.
Delia pulled a golden pocket watch from her bag and set it in the middle of the circle. She then took an hourglass from the bag and placed it on top of the watch.
Raising her eyes to Zane and me, she said, “Get ready.”
Zane grabbed my hand and squeezed.
I didn’t mind. In fact, it actually felt good.
Raising her arms to the sky, Delia’s v oice boomed through the night. “ Tolle tres soles aperuit statim reddemus que tempore !”
Latin wasn’t one of those witchy areas that I had excelled in, so I could barely make out what she was saying.
Delia sprinkled something on the hourglass and there was a sudden flash of light.
My heart dropped into my stomach when the sea started gathering into a shimmering wall of water right in front of us. Within seconds, we were staring at a hundred feet of churning water.
Suddenly there was a black hole in the wall of water.
“Go now!” Delia hollered.
I ran toward the hole and jumped in without thinking. If I’d taken the time to think about what I was actually doing, I wasn’t so sure I’d have the courage to go through with it. That black hole looked scary as hell.
We were swallowed by an inky void so completely empty of light; it actually felt as if I were drawing the darkness into my body through my lungs. Abruptly, it changed to blinding white light, and then there was a rainbow of color.
Before I had time to process this strange journey, I hit bottom with a hard thump.
Sharp - agonizing pain tore through my arm, shooting all the way up to my shoulder.
When the pain dulled to just excruciating, I took in the fact that we were on some kind of stage with hundreds of eyes on us. Judging by the way the audience and the people on the stage were staring at us, I surmised that we must have literally fallen from the ceiling.
A strangely dressed man stared down at me, which could have had something to do with the fact that I’d landed at his feet.
“Say … what are you doing on our stage?”
My mouth fell open. All I could do was lie there on the stage, frozen.
But Zane was there to save the day. Grabbing my uninjured arm, he pulled me to my feet. “We have to get out of here!”
We made our escape through a curtain at the back of the stage, but it wasn’t long before two thugs were chasing us.
After fleeing through a maze of rooms and props, we finally found a door that exited into a little alley. Instead of heading down the alley, as I would have done, Zane pulled me around the front of the building and across the street. At first I thought it was a foolish move until I realize how quickly we were swallowed by the multitude of people crowding the street.
Glancing over my shoulder, I saw the two men standing to the side of the Adelphi Theatre , scanning the crowd. That didn’t last long before they gave up and went inside.
It seemed forever before Zane stopped. I took advantage of the reprieve to catch my breath.
“Now what?” I asked when I was no longer gasping for air.
He shrugged. “This is your show … remember? Where did your grandmother say she was?”
“She said she was in Whitechapel … and that they called her the Witch Doctor.”
“Okay … this way,” he said, nodding his head in the direction we’d already been traveling.
“How far is it?”
“Whitechapel is at least an hour walk, so we better get moving,” he replied.
“Don’t they have some kind of taxi system? My arm is killing me.”
Stopping abruptly, Zane looked at my arm. By the expression on his face, it was obvious he’d just noticed how it was hanging at an awkward angle.
“We could hire a carriage … if we had some kind of currency that was real in 1883. Let me see your arm,” he said, turning me around to get a better look.
“It is broke. Why didn’t you say something?” he
Delia shook her head. “I have no idea.”
Well, that didn’t sound encouraging, but going back in time was the only way I was going to reach Granny.
Delia pulled a golden pocket watch from her bag and set it in the middle of the circle. She then took an hourglass from the bag and placed it on top of the watch.
Raising her eyes to Zane and me, she said, “Get ready.”
Zane grabbed my hand and squeezed.
I didn’t mind. In fact, it actually felt good.
Raising her arms to the sky, Delia’s v oice boomed through the night. “ Tolle tres soles aperuit statim reddemus que tempore !”
Latin wasn’t one of those witchy areas that I had excelled in, so I could barely make out what she was saying.
Delia sprinkled something on the hourglass and there was a sudden flash of light.
My heart dropped into my stomach when the sea started gathering into a shimmering wall of water right in front of us. Within seconds, we were staring at a hundred feet of churning water.
Suddenly there was a black hole in the wall of water.
“Go now!” Delia hollered.
I ran toward the hole and jumped in without thinking. If I’d taken the time to think about what I was actually doing, I wasn’t so sure I’d have the courage to go through with it. That black hole looked scary as hell.
We were swallowed by an inky void so completely empty of light; it actually felt as if I were drawing the darkness into my body through my lungs. Abruptly, it changed to blinding white light, and then there was a rainbow of color.
Before I had time to process this strange journey, I hit bottom with a hard thump.
Sharp - agonizing pain tore through my arm, shooting all the way up to my shoulder.
When the pain dulled to just excruciating, I took in the fact that we were on some kind of stage with hundreds of eyes on us. Judging by the way the audience and the people on the stage were staring at us, I surmised that we must have literally fallen from the ceiling.
A strangely dressed man stared down at me, which could have had something to do with the fact that I’d landed at his feet.
“Say … what are you doing on our stage?”
My mouth fell open. All I could do was lie there on the stage, frozen.
But Zane was there to save the day. Grabbing my uninjured arm, he pulled me to my feet. “We have to get out of here!”
We made our escape through a curtain at the back of the stage, but it wasn’t long before two thugs were chasing us.
After fleeing through a maze of rooms and props, we finally found a door that exited into a little alley. Instead of heading down the alley, as I would have done, Zane pulled me around the front of the building and across the street. At first I thought it was a foolish move until I realize how quickly we were swallowed by the multitude of people crowding the street.
Glancing over my shoulder, I saw the two men standing to the side of the Adelphi Theatre , scanning the crowd. That didn’t last long before they gave up and went inside.
It seemed forever before Zane stopped. I took advantage of the reprieve to catch my breath.
“Now what?” I asked when I was no longer gasping for air.
He shrugged. “This is your show … remember? Where did your grandmother say she was?”
“She said she was in Whitechapel … and that they called her the Witch Doctor.”
“Okay … this way,” he said, nodding his head in the direction we’d already been traveling.
“How far is it?”
“Whitechapel is at least an hour walk, so we better get moving,” he replied.
“Don’t they have some kind of taxi system? My arm is killing me.”
Stopping abruptly, Zane looked at my arm. By the expression on his face, it was obvious he’d just noticed how it was hanging at an awkward angle.
“We could hire a carriage … if we had some kind of currency that was real in 1883. Let me see your arm,” he said, turning me around to get a better look.
“It is broke. Why didn’t you say something?” he
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